To Be By T. Alisha Rogers

In eyes, that peer, that see,

They swell with water, tears.

They do not plead, not any longer,

They gaze in the face of defeat.

Struggling, struggling, the soul is weary,

Pulling the mind forward,

For the spirit lies beneath the feet.

Confronting all the barrage of acts,

Here, now, genuflected once more.

Salat all sincere, heart bleeding, yet still,

Brought to bear, no more than one can handle.

I lean, prone I lean, not in gesture, in mind.

I rise everyday it is not my time.

The grand design is not known to me.

The fallen must comprehend, accept what must be will be.

Rebuild, undo cataclysmic destruction,

Remove the ash, the dust, before the hardness forms,

Barricaded within oneself,

Numb to the world,

Losing the sense ...

To be.

I Walk In Silence By T. Alisha Rogers

I walk in silence words are unnecessary.

As thoughts run through my mind,

Self-assessment is paramount

Consistently,
A pattern of events is realized.
It is not how the importance of others are viewed
It is how others view you in importance.

Repeatedly,
In so many interactions this view is unequal
A person can offer himself or herself fully 
Contribute completely,
While the other fails to reciprocate

Inevitably
Someone is disappointed
Someone is let down
Someone doesn’t care

Therefore
I walk in silence words are unnecessary
As thoughts run through my mind
Evaluation is continual

My feelings irrelevant
My actions self-evident.

Silence, Silence, Silence.

Letter To Santa. By T. Alisha Rogers

I knew this little girl, she was older than her years. There was so much behind her eyes, a smile that really held back tears. This little girl is real her words are really true. If you read this letter, what would you do?

Dear Santa (if you exist), Dear God please grant my wish list:

1. Please find a way to turn the electricity back on, it is cold.
2. Please find a way to put food in the fridge, I am hungry
3. Please find a way to make normal the way I live
4. Please find a way to bring Daddy back home
5. Please find a way to make things normal,  how I live
6. Please find a way to see I am not always alone
7. Please find a way to make me feel wanted, a reason to live.

I was told Santa Clause was a lie, like the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy. I guess God will help me, one day. 

- One sad little girl...

Mom by T. Alisha Rogers

You brought me into this world

The essence of you, giving me life

As a Babe

You held me,

Protected me,

Nurtured me

As a child

You taught me about compassion

You told me I must share

You told me to think of others

As a young girl

You taught me about my niche, my place

You taught me about my value

You taught me about grace

As a woman

You taught me about dreaming

You taught me to be humble

You taught me to be independent

The ability to be replaced.

As my own person

I look at the lessons I have learned

The honor I do you 

The precedence I set for me

I have no idea what the future holds

I go on, you taught me well, Mom.

I go on. 

Do You See Her by T. Alisha Rogers

Do you see her?

Skin so soft, so smooth
Expressive eyes
Mirrors to the soul,
Windows to what lies inside

Unseen kindness,
Selfless giving, goodness true
Compassion, unyielding
Warmth of spirit exudes

Passion unbridled
A soul that offers comfort
In times of giving and strife
A soul that asks nothing
Bearing love generously

No compensation
No expectation
No presentation
No delineation

A person of pure heart
A person of open mind
A person of consideration
One who does not judge

She stands before you
Naked and true
A blank canvas waiting
A portrait to begin anew

Do you see her?
What she really offers?
Do you see her?
Beneath the physical hue?
Do you see her?